EternityA Poem by T. S.
Time ticks away
slowly, so slowly like the lingering feeling of a guilty conscience. The pounding seconds echo the dreadful silence of a lonely soul trapped in a world of despairing hope. Every miserable minute rips apart his aching heart until finally shattering it into a thousand broken dreams~ © 2016 T. S. |
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Added on September 13, 2016 Last Updated on September 16, 2016 AuthorT. S.AboutI, like many others, use poetry as a catalyst for processing and healing. The words spill out, I arrange and rearrange into coherent thoughts without regard, and then move on. Mostly I just wish to sh.. more..Writing
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